I can't tear down these walls on my own But I can stand up and fight these demons all alone. I know that what I do isn't right Yet I forget that in the midst each day's fight. So call me a poser, call me fake But I only do it for your own sake. Before you get too attached And find out I'm no perfect match. I'll push you out as far as I can So you won't see how weak I really am. Then again maybe all I really need Is for someone to truly see, That these involuntary walls Only take the work of two to fall. It's just no one has found it worth the time Or had the desire to call me 'Mine'.
I have this terribly depressing habit to never be able to open up to anyone. The walls I have up are so weak, but they think they're of stone, and no one has helped me expose their true nature. So they keep pride in thei illusion.